A/N: WE'RE BACK!!! Sorry I didn't put this up yesterday! I had way too much homework. I had to do Sudoku, and I'm terrible at it! Plus there are roof dudes pounding at the roof, and the house is practically shaking! There's one right by my window. Creepy.

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HERE GOES NOTHIN'!

Disclaimer: *sigh* you people just keep coming back! I'll tell you again, and I'll tell you very cleary. Cookies and Fuzzy socks.

I stepped out of the car—with great difficulty, to those of you wondering—and crossed my arms. I walked behind everyone else. Gazzy was kicking a soccer ball around with his knees and it kept falling on the ground. It was really getting on my nerves.

"Hey Gaz, don't you have to get with your team early or something?" I asked desperately.

"Oh yeah! Thanks Max. Bye everyone!" He ran towards the sad excuse for a school.

"Where's he going?" asked Ella.

"Maybe if you weren't so busy chit-chattin' over there, you'd know."

"Fine then, don't tell me. Gosh."

I rolled my eyes. Fang fell behind everyone else and walked with me.

"C'mon, it's not that bad," he said.

"Yeah well, you're not the one who has to wear shorts that you can't even see when you look down."

"I think you look good."

"Really?"

He hesitated. "Yeah. Really."

"Really as in yes, or really as in really good?"

"Uh," he said frantically. Just as I was about to say 'Just kidding' he said, "Both."

"Really?" Maybe this outfit wasn't too bad after all. Wait! Yes, it's terrible! And I don't need Fang scanning me in this, this, thing! It sure doesn't make me feel any less insecure.

He probably realized I looked freaked out because next he said, "I mean, no. Neither. Look, Max, it doesn't matter what you wear, you'll always look… both."

I smiled. For the first time in a while. "So you don't like the outfit?"

"I didn't say I didn't like it… Just that you don't need it."

"Alright. But don't you dare go sexist pig on me."

"I won't…" Suddenly we realized that we were at the bleachers and some of the guys had, well, acknowledged my presence. "I wouldn't be too sure about them though," I muttered. Fang grabbed my waist and it took all my self-control not to jump out of the way and punch him square in the face.

"Fang…" I said warningly.

"Would you rather I left them to drool on you?" And then I noticed that most of the guys that saw me before had turned away now, disappointed.

"Okay, fine. Next time though, it's my hand."

He just smirked.

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"Nice job, Gaz. I didn't even know you could play soccer," I said as I ruffled his hair. Now I was wearing Fang's black sweatshirt, but it was way too big and since these shorts were so freaking tiny, you couldn't even tell I was wearing pants.

"Me either!" he said happily. We were almost home, and we were all starving. Like, starving starving. I skipped breakfast. And it was lunch time! How am I supposed to cram 20,000 calories with a teenage breakfast-skipping mind?!

I unbuckled my seatbelt and hurried everyone out of the car when we got home.

"Yes! Food!" I was rummaging through the fridge for anything edible. Gazzy and Iggy sat on the stools by the counter.

"Hey Max?"

"Yes, Gazzer?"

"Can I have some sodium?"

"Like, something salty? I think we have Pringles…"

"No, no, like real sodium," Gazzy cut me off.

"Salt is actually what happens when the elements Sodium and Chlorine bond," added Iggy.

Since when was he so smart?

"Yeah," Gazzer continued. "We just want the sodium part."

"But Sodium by itself is, like, a green gas or something, right?" This was getting a little suspicious.

"So is that a no?"

"Uh, yeah. Sorry." I'll let this one fly. This time. And this time only. I was just too gol-dang hungry to do anything about it.

They both shrugged and walked away.

Alright-y then. I'll have to keep a close eye on those two. Just in case.

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"A b c d e f g. H I j k l m n o p. Q r s, t u v, w x, y and z. Now I know my abc's, blah blah blah. Did you like it?"

Nudge blinked. "Oh. Yeah, yeah, loved it." Angel had just sang her abc's to her, but Nudge was so tired she could barely stay awake.

"So that thing worked today, I think."

"Yeah, I saw Fang put his hand around her waist!" Nudge was snapped back into reality when she started talking about their ingenious plan.

"I know! That's amazing, we rock!"

"Max isn't so happy with us, though."

"One day. She will be."

Nudge yawned again. "I'm really tired. I think I'm gonna go to bed."

"Alright," said Angel. "See ya."

Nudge walked out of the room and wandered towards her own room. She stopped at Max's room. She was on the balcony. Hm. Suddenly she recognized the outline of Fang, standing next to Max. They were talking, but she couldn't figure out what they were saying. Max laughed. Fang smiled. Max said something else and Fang replied. Fang smirked. Max slapped his arm. He backed away with his hands up and Max laughed. Okaaaay, Nudge thought.

She crept closer towards the balcony glass doors and opened one a smidge without them noticing.

"Okay, well if you won't let me comment on your outfit, at least let me tell you how good you hair looked."

Max shrugged. "Alright. Begin."

"Well, uh… your hair looked nice. It was, uh… volume-ous."

"Enough, enough. Volumous isn't even a word."

"Is too!"

"Nuh-uh."

"Nuh-uh isn't a word."

"Is too!"

"Is too is an incomplete sentence."

"Ugh! Is not!"

"Two fragments! Shame on you."

"Ugh is an interjection," Max said proudly.

Nudge made the mistake of giggling.

"What was that?" Max swiveled her head around.

"Nothing, I guess."

"I must be going crazy."

"Of course you are. You always are. You have a voice in your head, remember?"

"Oh yeah."

Nudge stuck her hand out and took a rock. She threw it at the back of Max's leg. Max tumbled into Fang's arms.

"Sorry. I seem to be doing that a lot lately."

"I wonder why."

"Hey! I – I…" Suddenly Max stopped talking and just stared at him Nudge wondered if she was lost in his eyes. She saw that in a movie once.

Fang lifted her chin and kissed her. Ew. But still.

Yes! Nudge thought. She was a professional mini match-maker. Max and Fang were together, thanks to her.

BINGO!

A/N: Good? Bad? Horrible? Sorry, I rushed it a little. I'm in a hurry b/c I have homework to do. Bye!